Going to try and go over the Millau bridge too, that looks cool. Thinking if we do Pompey-Caen ferry we can drive down to Le Mans and then go via Tours. 10 hour drive, do it in 1 day down and maybe 3 or 4 back stopping off in the Loire valley.

- Good choice. If you want to visit, try CHAUMONT SUR LOIRE castle, or even better, CHAMBORD. If you just cross the valley, it is in fact very quick. But the landscape is nice

This is nuts. There MIGHT be some snow in Memphis 24 hours from now. And the weather people have been talking about it for days already. And people are going to the store. I have gotten several emails from friends warning me.

Because there MIGHT be snow. Maybe 2 inches. We Southerners are very funny about this.

Of course maybe I can use it as an excuse to drink my Congac for two straight days.

What's Congac? Is that a Tennessee thing?

Oops. I think I had already been into the Cognac by then

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" Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room. " President Muffley

Was watching the Star Trek movie where they promoted Worf and made him walk out the plank to claim his new hat. A small vignette, for sure, but just so cool. Somebody who knew ships had a hand in that little scene.

Capt. Pickard, with that almost genetic French insouciance and je ne sais quoi; “Just imagine, Will, a life at sea in the old days; no engines, no computers, just the stars to guide you.”

Cmdr Riker, with that almost genetic British aplomb and gift for understatement; “Yes, Sir; nauseating food, brutal discipline, no women.”

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" Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room. " President Muffley

Was watching the Star Trek movie where they promoted Worf and made him walk out the plank to claim his new hat. A small vignette, for sure, but just so cool. Somebody who knew ships had a hand in that little scene.

Capt. Pickard, with that almost genetic French insouciance and je ne sais quoi; “Just imagine, Will, a life at sea in the old days; no engines, no computers, just the stars to guide you.”

Cmdr Riker, with that almost genetic British aplomb and gift for understatement; “Yes, Sir; nauseating food, brutal discipline, no women.”